Post by Celebrity Wrestling Federation on Dec 15, 2023 20:07:03 GMT -6
Tale of the Tape:
Amber Nova (4-1-0, 4 KO)
5'4, 32 years old
Celebrity Wrestling Federation
vs.
Leanna Decker (0-2-0)
5’4, 32 years old
Free Agent
(Written by Celebrity Wrestling Federation/Results by Lookout!)
Intro:
“AND NOW! Making her 6th appearance in the ring under the Celebrity Wrestling Federation flag. Please welcome the South Carolina native, standing 5 foot 4, weighing in at 105 pounds, AMBERRRR NOOOOOVA!!”
Outfits:
Amber Nova’s chiseled frame was made for the skimpy CWF attire; her sleek, rippling abdomen tightly strung up in a thin-banded tube top that mushroomed her perky B-cups tightly to her swelling sternum, her slender hips bit into by a high-waisted string thong that split her plump, bronzed cheeks and disappeared between their folds. The fidgety Nova’s face flushed with sheepishness over her lewd attire as she slid into the ring, settling into her corner and sweeping her long, braided locks over a shoulder.
Leanna Decker was a relative newbie to the boxing ring, but she wasn’t a stranger to the Celebrity Wrestling Federation. Despite having only two career fights, both had come against the CWF in Lindsey Pelas and Sara Jean Underwood. Decker was hoping the third time was the charm as she took on the greenest CWF member; Nova. Decker’s body was still a picture of perfection; her porcelain frame sloshing in the tiny, pale blue slingshot monokini she chose to oppose Nova’s getup. The redheads’ measurables were nearly identical, except for Leanna’s natural Kentucky curves. Thankfully for Amber, this wasn’t JMD.
Round 1:
Nova started with buckets of tempo and tenor, much like she had against Gail Kim; slashing a quartet of overhands into the model’s grill just after the glove-tap. Nova balletically twisted through probing hooks to the Kentucky native’s teardropping rack; bouncing her natural E-cups to the brink of freedom in the floss-like shoulder straps of her monokini. Decker lurched and buckled as she was chunked into the ropes, holding her chest as Nova started to pummel her stiff frame into a beaten slouch.
The backpedaling redhead extended with a straight of her own; cracking against Amber’s rock-hard, flexing abdomen to no effect whatsoever. Nova retaliated with a soul-sucking gut-shot to the comparably vulnerable tummy of her counterpart; lifting Leanna’s upturned ass into the ropes as she skewered her navel. A second followed, then a third; Decker drooling her gum-shield to the canvas before squeaking past a sharp, twisting spike-left that narrowly missed her temple. Leanna squirms to the break, but she couldn’t have gotten off to a worse start. 10-8 Nova.
Round 2:
Unable to challenge the fitness of her sinewy opponent, Decker opted to push the boundaries of this non-JMD affair; wrestling the wrestler into a salacious clinch before Nova could return to the well and knock Decker around any further. The busty redhead flashed the power of her curves as she slung Nova around the ring; finally grappling her into the corner ropes where she was able to hammer a trio of breathtaking side-hooks into Nova’s swelling rack. Amber squelched as a thunderous clap of flesh echoed once, twice, three times; deflating as Decker mushroomed her perky bosom with brutal sternum-compactors. Nova’s frame curled over her hip as Decker punished her delicate ribs and side-boob; sinking shiv after shiv up her left side. Anywhere BUT her concrete belly.
Nova’s confident smirk flipped into a pouty whimper as Decker swallowed her whole and kept her stapled to the post; her lascivious clinch tangling the floundering redhead deeper into her web with each desperate wiggle. With Nova’s sternum swelling with sharp, abbreviated pants that showed her distress, Decker finally lifted higher; crushing the underside of Amber’s jaw with a sweltering right that snapped her neck straight back. The South Carolina native’s bulbs puddled as her head lulled back into place, her mouth hanging open in shock before Decker kissed her on the lips with another stiff drink. Nova’s thighs clamped open, sagging into a near-full split as the bell rung out just a split second later. Clutching the top rope with one palm, Amber narrowly avoided taking a graceless seat; seconds away from disaster as the resurgent Decker leveled the fight. 10-8 Leanna in a completely unfettered second.
Round 3/4:
The third round saw much more involvement from the official; keeping a keener eye on Decker to remind her not to turn the boxing match into a mixed-martial arts showcase. Despite Amber’s best efforts, the pawing and groping from Decker was incessant and exhausting; finding little room for the same technical exertions she’d displayed in the opener.
After Decker took another muddy round 10-9 to jump in front, Nova started to show signs of breaking down fundamentally. Her footwork was slowly starting to level down to that of her counterpart; knocking heels as she retreated from a wicked left that just glanced off her shoulder. Nova’s frame rocked sideways as she let out a throaty grunt; whipping into a full backpedal as Leanna scooted forward to close the gap. Decker reached out with a left to paw at Nova’s panting chest; palming one of her tits as she slung a looping right over the top; slicing across the redhead’s cheek. Nova’s lower half buckled as she crashed into the ropes; her midsection flexing to stay crunched upright as she lost the entirety of her base into an awkward split.
Amber came face-to-rack with the busty redhead as Leanna body-slammed into her; grimacing as she squeezed back upright and tied Decker up beneath the armpits. Decker blindly draped herself over Nova, churning her back heel as she inquisitively craned over the sagging wrestler. Suddenly Nova yanked a right uppercut straight up from her hip; rattling the model’s teeth from a blind-spot. Decker fluttered in shock as her thighs jellied, gracelessly tipping sideways before regaining and leaning back into the pinned Nova. Unaware from her awkward position just how flush she’d caught Leanna, Nova’s corner sprung to life with desperate encouragement; begging Nova to trust and push for the finish line.
Despite being crammed into a proverbial locker, Amber snaked another right into Decker’s ribs, then another into the curve of her hip. Leanna’s grip suddenly unraveled as her sternum inflated with a sputtering breath, pulling away from Nova and trying to retreat herself. Now freed, Amber leapt into a wicked left cross, lashing her fist across the Kentucky native’s temple. Decker awkwardly stamped her feet, her hands dropping as a comatose right swept across her eye-socket; slinging her to the canvas with a lifeless *THUD* of puddled flesh.
1… 2… Decker’s crumpled frame twitched with convulsions as she perked ass-up on her belly, both arms pinned beneath her buxom frame as she sank flatter with each jolt of her body. Nova stood bewildered over her side, grinning ear-to-ear at the rabbit she’d pulled out of a hat from such an awkward position.
3… 4… 5… Leanna gurgled as her sternum swelled with wild pants, her head finally lulling to the side, eyelashes fluttering daintily as she flickered in and out of consciousness.
6… 7… 8… 9… 10!!
Throwing her hands skyward in unison with the official’s, Nova paraded back to her corner and vaulted atop the bottom rope to momentarily celebrate with her team. Turning back to Decker who was still twitching on her belly after a few seconds, Nova slid to her knees and rolled the redhead to her backside with a two-handed shove to the shoulder. Decker’s pitching frame sloshed gracelessly to her back, the jarring shove spilling one of her teardropping E-cups free from the displaced shoulder strap of her monokini. Unbothered, Nova gracefully sprawled her frame over Decker’s, lying across the redhead’s partially-bare sternum and calling for another trademark 3-count pin to cap her comeback victory.
"And your winner, by KO in Round 4, AMBERRRR NOOOOOOOVAAA!!!!"
